The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the leaves. It whispers the dreams of the tall fir trees. It does pipe the gentle song… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
And this I have learned grown-ups do not know the language of shadows. — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
“I had sees there was joy-lights in her eyes and the looks he looked at her was like the looks the young husband of… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
By the wood-shed is a brook. It goes singing on. Its joy-song does sing in my heart. — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
The matter of making christening robes for caterpillars, it is not a difficult one; the difficulty is to get a frisky caterpillar to keep… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
Potatoes are very interesting folks. I think they must see a lot of what is going on in the earth - they have so… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
“He is a most strong man. He put his arms around the penseé girl and he most lifted her off the ground. He did… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
It is such a comfort to nestle up to Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael when one is in trouble. He is such a grand tree.… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
“In Man's heart is a little room. He has named it Oblivion. And things are ranged along its walls That he does not wish… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
“When I grow up, I am going to write for children — and grownups that haven't grown up too much — all the earth-songs… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
And all the times I was picking up potatoes, I did have conversations with them. Too, I did have thinks of all their growing… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
